I walk these roads.

The sea of faces. The endless mob. Rats and liars and cons and creeps and friends and family and foes fears and nightmares and daydreams. I see them all, and I see nothing. In the end, they are all splatters on the canvas, so I continue on.

I walk these roads.

I move past them. The hims and the hers and the theys and the its and the places and the people and the times and the feelings. I am always moving ahead with no place to go. I continue on.

I walk these roads.

I look ahead and I look behind. I look above and below and beside and inwards and outwards and to the future and to the past. I look everywhere there is to look and everywhere there isn't, and I see. But I don't, so I continue on.

I walk these roads.

I see the truth, I see the lies. I see the faces, I see expressions, I see pickpockets, I see cons. I see contracts made and contracts broken. I see people sell their souls for relief, for release. And still I continue on.

I walk these roads.

I see darkness. I see fear and hate and distrust and mistrust and broken promises and broken homes and broken hearts and broken faiths and broken people. I see them all, and I continue on.

I walk these roads.

I see anger. I see war and fighting and hatred and enemies and blood, oh so much blood. I see walls painted in it and houses flooded with it. I cannot stand the stench any longer, but I continue on.

I walk these roads.

I see light. A single face in this endless sea. I hear your laugh, I see your smile and I feel your touch. I remember all the heartless lies and the empty expressions and the broken people, and then I see you. And for the first time in my life, I stop.

And I walk no more.


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Sarapin, in the year 642 AF.